-
In any case, I'm quite dissatisfied. He's a weakling.
-
Well, his lungs are strong; I could hear him upstairs.
-
May I?
-
No, hands off!
-
You people-- you think you can just show up
-
and claim some sort of birthright, but arrangements were made.
-
This baby is mine.
-
I understand.
-
But I do know some... some tricks that might
-
be helpful to quiet him down.
-
What do you call him?
-
Little Noisy Monster.